Adventure
The Mirror - Al-Mura
Al-Wadi (The Valley) There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Yet here I was reclining upon my favorite olive tree which I had named, Zaytun, gazing at the sun rays as they were merging onto the horizon with thoughts of a tomorrow. Wanting to welcome the moon, for even in darkness there is always light. Recognizing that the land could only give as much as it is given, I absorb all the beauty that these pastures lands have to offer. My mind begins to wander in the creation of it all and I fall short for words, for this life had not always been this complex. There was a time were harmony reigned among us and peace filled the air; but those days are now long gone.
By Clarissa Vasquez4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon lord of Valloria
Chapter one There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Valloria did not need them. One of five continents in the world of humans, Valloria had enjoyed a millennium of peace and prosperity. Its people were known for their industry, their devotion to customs of the land, and their reverence to the Lord of the Deep; the age-old deity of their ancestors. The realm of Valloria was home to three kingdoms, united for the majority of the realm’s existence under the rule of a single monarch; Toria of the house of Vikhran, whose seat of power was the Throne of Vallor. King Vikhran had direct rule over the kingdom of Vikhra, northernmost of Valloria, with the kingdoms of Baeloria and Babor; controlled by the noble houses of Joriah and Voss respectively, owing fealty to the Throne. Surrounded by the vast Balkan Sea, Valloria was bounded to the east by the continent Esteros, to the north east by Khalm, to the north by Noria, and to the west by Wessos. The smallest of all continents in the known world, Valloria had been the target of military colonization by Noria and Wessos at two key points in its history. The history books record both campaigns as colossal failures, thanks in no small part to Valloria’s geography.
By Sarah Elisha4 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of Embers.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Instead, Mythos has been an enchanting world full of magic, sorcerers, creatures of all kinds, and thrilling tales for only a few thousand years. Once a barren wasteland full of war and bloodshed, Mythos came to peace a long time ago after the war between the humans and Orcs. However, for some, the peace we now shared with the creatures of this planet wasn’t enough. And certain people thought that bringing back to life dragons of the old world would change their fate.
By Moore, Michaela4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Prince of the Undead
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It has been a few centuries without any sightings of the dreaded beasts at all, in fact. No one missed the creatures; they always acted like gods, breathing down villagers necks demanding sacrifices. It didn't matter if they were human, dwarven, elvish, or orcish. Anything not considered a "divine beast" were subjugated by the Dragon Lords. It wasn't until all who lived beneath them, joined together under the Goddess Athena, that the king of dragons, Bahamut, was slain and peace found. But all good things must come to an end.
By Melinda Weideman4 years ago in Fiction
The People's Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But after they came, there was always the fear of them. Whenever the dragons appeared, this fear served its purpose. These were not the dragons of legend–they didn't arrive on wings, breathing fire, and working magic. They were actual, terrifyingly dangerous, reptilian predators. They were real–just as real as the fear they inspired. This fear informed the People how to wait, how to watch. It taught them patience and endurance–to maintain their fortifications and to keep their steel bright. The People knew quite well the benefits of fear. Fear was, in fact, their most potent ally.
By Soren Peterson4 years ago in Fiction
When a Princess Sees Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Princess Kiara was surprised by how calm she felt as she viewed Hostile Valley from horseback. Her thoughts overtook her as the sound of her horse’s hooves pounded as she galloped across the field. It was hard for her to comprehend all the changes she observed. She remembered luscious green fields, but they had become blackened acres of scorched earth for as far as the eye could see. What were once beautiful stone houses were now piles of rubble and sorrow. The clear rivers flowing as melted mountain snow now lay murky with mud and the remains of fallen men and the occasional dragon. She could not help but scrunch her nose. The air smelled like death and despair which caused her to well up with tears. Sir Roger, the knight that led her convoy, rode alongside her to survey the valley. They both slowed down to a trot. Behind them, an entire betrothal convoy road on horses and wagons. The rest of their entourage was made up of soldiers on horseback, cooks, spice maids, squires, a blacksmith, Donia the nurse, and Windredge, Kiara’s old wet nurse. There was also Sir Edwin, the knight designated to be second in command after Sir Roger. Altogether, they accounted for a little over a hundred people.
By R.L.K. Crouse4 years ago in Fiction
The Instruments of The Dassin
"There weren’t always dragons in the valley." Azil said to Uray as he adjusted his tagulmust (1), almost blending into the blue darkness of the cold desert night. The evening embraced them both as it used to cradle their ancestors before them.
By Eerie & Moncef4 years ago in Fiction
The Septovices Mission
The Septovices Mission 37th Kynespring 241.3 Chapter 1: Cometh the hour Silence filled the air of the Ikarian war room as strands of red evening sun illuminated the varnished floor. In the centre of the room sat a gargantuan war table awash with paperwork which made the intricate world map painted on its surface barely visible. Nestled beside the table was the famous yet almost decrepit naval hero. The years of cigars and brandy were apparent in the gentleman’s voice as the half-choked wisp of a voice drifted across the silent chamber from Commodore Wulfbacker. ‘Congratulations Midshipman.. cough cough’. Opposite, a young cadet officer with sand coloured hair tied neatly at the back of his head, was obediently stood to attention before the commodore. He wore an untarnished, deep blue officer’s uniform with white breeches and stockings. He wore the ‘Kingsman’ ribbon on his lapel denoting his excellency throughout his recent training. Lord Yorik Wulfbacker however was an aged man, yet a formidable naval commander - with one arm amputated below his left elbow sporting a small brass ring in place of a hand, which he smoked with. ‘Thank you, sir’ the midshipman replied sternly, masquerading his nervous enthusiasm. A leather satchel containing his few belongings hung diagonally from his shoulder, underneath which he clutched his black bicorn naval hat in veneration of the aged sea bear before him. This man’s name was Leo Meridias. He held the bound edict papers he had been handed with an equal reverence.
By Kevin Tomas4 years ago in Fiction
